After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

What do you mean?

Ye Jia's hand paused slightly in mid-air.

There is still not much expression on his face, but there seems to be a stormy sea in his heart.

Ye Jia frowned, lowered his eyes, and looked at Ji Xuan who was half a head shorter than himself.

The little boy raised his head slightly. Although Ye Jia was standing in front of him, his eyes passed straight through the other person's body, and fell on the huge sarcoma that almost filled the entire cave in the distance. A pair of ruby His eyes are shining brightly in the dimly lit cave, and there is a kind of paranoid and dark extreme longing in the bottom of the eyes, which is creepy.

So crazy, so... familiar.

Ye Jia was slightly stunned, and countless dusty pictures rolled out from the depths of his memory.

He remembered that sometimes, when he turned his head inadvertently, he could always see the other party looking at him fixedly, and the same expression flashed in the depths of those dark and gloomy eyes, but in short, at the moment he looked over, Disappeared without a trace, just like the morning mist under the sun, without a trace like a phantom, the little boy raised a pale face, raised his lips, and showed a cute smile, suppressing all the gloom, innocent He asked, "Brother, what's the matter?"

Ye Jia blinked, pulling himself back from the sudden rush of memories.

At this time, Ji Xuan had already passed by him, walking towards the still wriggling sarcoma.

Ye Jia paused, turned around and followed.

I saw the little boy stop a few steps away from his mother.

The viscous wriggling sound of the sarcoma on the top of the head became more intense, echoing in the empty cave, and it sounded almost disgusting. Immediately afterwards, Ye Jia saw a fist-sized sarcoid separating from his mother's body, and then slowly Landing on the ground, the little boy opened his hands and let it fall on his palm.

I don't know why, but Ye Jia always feels...

This fist-sized, sticky, veined meatball seemed... a bit familiar, as if he had glimpsed it in some vague dream.

The moment the sarcoid fell into Ji Xuan's palm, Ye Jia felt a blur in front of his eyes.

The surrounding caves dissipate like snowflakes, replaced by a more familiar scene.

Beside him was a distorted and dark tall building, which looked like a scene that could only appear in a child's nightmare. The dark and cold steel towers were densely packed in a small area, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Here is a copy.

However, for some reason, Ye Jia found that he could no longer remember that he had passed the level.

He frowned and tried to remember, but his memory was still blank.

At this moment, a shrill and sharp scream came from the front. The sound was extremely terrifying, with a kind of pain that could almost penetrate the heart, like the wailing of a creature when it was about to die.

As if there was some traction ahead, Ye Jia walked towards the direction of the sound.

In the center of the dense building complex, an empty space suddenly appeared, like a huge altar sunken in a strange deep sea.

There are dark red lines on the ground, and under the dark surroundings, there is an indescribable weirdness and horror.

The fist-sized sarcoid hung above the clearing, and seemed to be still slowly wriggling and undulating.

The young man curled up in the middle of the lines, his thin back and shoulder blades protruding through the thin shirt, trembling violently like a dead leaf in the wind, the cloth stuck to it was completely wet with sweat, Clear lines are revealed, as if a dying butterfly is tightly stuck to the spider web, struggling desperately.

The sarcoma slowly fell.

"Ahhh-"

He screamed.

Pale fingers dug tightly on the ground, broken nails and flesh and blood were left between the rough scratches.

The young man trembled, raised his head under the pull of some strange force, his wet hair was tightly stuck to his discolored cheek, his bloody lips were bitten open, panting violently like a person about to drown .

The moment the sarcoma touched him, it disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, like raindrops falling into the pool.

"Ahhh!"

The young man howled.

In the next second, from the center of his chest ribs, some kind of hard and straight handle was slowly pulled out.

"Thorn-"

The sound of the shirt being torn was heard, revealing the young man's pale chest soaked in blood. The sticky blood flowed down the texture of the muscles, fell on the ground, and flowed outward along the dark red lines. The outside is weird.

A long, white bone-like handle was revealed, followed by a crescent-shaped blade, and finally, a sharp tip that shone with cold light.

The huge sickle was abruptly pulled out of the young man's body, and the smooth surface of the blade reflected a glimmer of blood.

Whispers came from all around, whispering greedily.

"It smells so good..."

"Very delicious……"

Countless dark shadows overflowed from the tall buildings, rushing towards the unconscious young man in the center of the open space from all directions, whispering to each other as they moved forward: "Eat him..."

"Eat him..."

The cold and hoarse child's voice broke the dead silence: "I see who dares to..."

The little boy came out from the darkness and stood in front of the young man on the ground. His dark eyes had completely recovered their scarlet color, and he stared coldly at the ghosts and monsters in front of him. With terrifying stature and strength——

"The direct line..." Dark whispered: "It's the direct line..."

"He is also..." The little boy said slowly, with no expression on his face, "He is the direct descendant appointed by his mother himself, your future king."

He stepped forward: "Anyone come to try?"

The surrounding black shadows hesitated, rolled, and finally, under the fear, slowly retreated back into the dark night.

When the ghosts and monsters receded, Ji Xuan squatted down, carefully hugged the other party's sweat-soaked head into his arms, and brushed away the wet hair on the young man's face with his fingertips, as if he was treating some kind of precious treasure like.

The boy bent down, pressed his lips against the other's tightly closed eyelids, smiled contentedly, and said softly, "Soon...brother, you can stay soon."

Ye Jia's pupils tightened, and he focused on the scene in front of him.

He lowered his eyes, spread his palms, and looked at the sickle in his hand, which slowly emerged as a phantom, and the sharp blade that was still shining in the dark.

In the next second, without warning, the scene around him changed.

Ye Jia's fingers tightened suddenly.

The phantom of the sickle in his palm dissipated instantly.

Ye Jia took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, looked into the distance, and calmly watched what happened next.

What happened next was generally the same as he remembered.

Among the players, he quickly became the target of public criticism. Members of the same team died one after another, and those who could be called friends betrayed him one by one. A siege made him officially a lone traveler. , the only person who followed him was Ji Xuan.

Slowly, Ye Jia discovered that, whether it was due to his physical problems, no matter where he was, he would always attract the largest number of ghosts, just like...phototropic mosquitoes scrambling towards the only light source at night.

He rarely allowed Ji Xuan to form a team with him to enter the dungeon, and even after entering the dungeon, he stayed as far away from the team as possible and acted alone.

Every ghost and monster that tried to kill him was devoured by Ye Jia in turn, and he became more and more powerful, more and more...inhuman.

Until... his ranking reached the top of the standings and could no longer be surpassed.

The scenes that happened before flashed across Ye Jia's eyes.

During this time, Ye Jia kept trying to touch Ji Xuan, but the other party was still like a phantom, unable to be touched, let alone dragged out.

Maybe, I have to finish this whole paragraph?

So Ye Jia gave up trying, but continued to move forward following the timeline.

Fortunately, time in this world progresses very quickly, and every picture is broken, one after another, instead of walking forward continuously and without interruption.

Ye Jia didn't want to replay his years in the game.

That was really boring.

Soon, the last moment came.

Ye Jia once again set foot on the ancient battlefield that carried countless killings, and the blood-soaked sand creaked sticky and wet under his feet.

He narrowed his eyes and looked up into the distance casually.

At this moment, Ji Xuan and himself were walking in tandem on the ancient battlefield where the ground was soaked with thick blood, walking towards the steep cliff in the distance.

Ye Jia was a little distracted.

In fact, before setting foot here, he also entered a dungeon by himself.

In that dungeon, Ye Jia saw the dead soul, and her former teammate fiercely accused him of being heartless and indifferent. Ye Jia's whereabouts were sold to those players who besieged him, and he died together with those players on the bloody wasteland.

The originally gentle and beautiful woman had a ferocious face, and a pair of bloodshot eyes fixedly stared at Ye Jia in front of her, cursing his viciousness and cruelty.

Ye Jia passed her by with a blank face.

However, at that moment, the woman's hoarse voice whispered in his ears: "Do you think you still have friends?"

Ye Jia didn't look back, and walked straight forward.

"Do you think that child is really good for you?" The woman's voice was bitter and cold, but also with a hint of comfort: "Ever since we became ghosts, we have all become part of the game, and we know more , see it more clearly—this is a conspiracy, a game specially set up for you, and you jumped in blindly and ignorantly, becoming bait in the mouth of the ghost..."

Ye Jia paused slightly.

"Hahaha!" The woman laughed wildly behind him, and all the ghosts laughed along with her: "We are waiting for you in hell!"

There is a truth in this game.

Never trust anyone who is dead.

It wasn't the words of those undead that made Ye Jia suspicious, but as time went by, his senses became more acute, and he gradually discovered the strangeness of Ji Xuan's aura—although Ye Jia hadn't captured Ji Xuan at that time. Xuan was classified as an enemy, but he could no longer give absolute trust to the opponent like before.

And what he heard in this dungeon deepened Ye Jia's suspicion.

——This kind of suspicion saved Ye Jia's life.

Therefore, it was only at the last moment that he could wake up in time. Ye Jia finally saw the true face and sinister intentions of the ghost in front of him. After fighting to the death, the blade in his hand pierced the opponent's chest.

Ye Jia withdrew from his own memories.

He took a deep breath, followed the two figures in front of him, and walked deep into the cave.

In the pitch-black cave, the original bloated sarcoma had disappeared, replaced by a pool of sticky and tumbling blood.

In the distance, I and Ji Xuan were talking about something, but Ye Jia was not interested in listening.

He yawned, sat down on one of the rocks, rested his chin on one hand, and waited boredly.

Suddenly, Ye Jia's ankle touched a strange thing.

The sharp one stabbed his ankle lightly.

Ye Jia looked down.

Only then did he realize that the place where he was sitting was not a rock, but a pile of white skeletons covered in mud. One of the huge skulls was overturned beside his ankle, and he could vaguely see it through the mud. familiar silhouette.

Ye Jia bent down and wiped the dust on the skull with his sleeve.

It was a lifeless goat skull, with a pair of dark eye sockets, and the horns on its head that poked Ye Jia's ankle just now.

This is... the head of the blood gu fish?

Ye Jia stood up, looked over and over at the pile of bones in front of him, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

——So its structure actually looks like this!

At this moment, the ground suddenly vibrated, and countless gravels smashed down, falling into the scarlet pool of blood, making a deafening sound.

Ye Jia was staggered by the shaking, he quickly stretched out his hand to support the wall beside him, so as not to let himself fall down.

Suddenly, there was a shrill scream not far away.

Ye Jia's expression was blank for a moment: "?"

Wait, it seems in my memory... No one called them?

——He and Ji Xuan fought silently, and finally Ji Xuan was killed silently.

What happened when he was distracted? !

Ye Jia raised his head blankly and looked into the distance.

The confrontation between "myself" and Ji Xuan was over, the sickle in his hand fell aside, the light of the knife was still shining coldly, but it was obviously not within his reach.

The young man was half kneeling in the bloody mud, with an expression of unwillingness and pain on his pale face.

Ji Xuan stepped forward, bent down, held the young man's face in his cold palm, then lowered his head, kissed his lips tenderly and tenderly, licking and sucking deeply.

Ye Jia: "..."

This scene has never happened before!

It was difficult for him to look directly at the side of his face, but the movement in front of him became more intense, and the sound of water intertwining his lips and teeth reached his ears.

Some... more vivid memories rushed to my mind.

Ye Jia's ear tips became hot.

There must be something wrong, right? !

Shouldn't the opponent's most feared thing be sealed here?There must be something wrong, right? !

Just as he was trying to clear out the chaotic thoughts in his mind, in the distance, Ji Xuan finally let go of the kissed bleeding lips.

He put his forehead against the young man's forehead, and said sweetly, "It's great, brother, we can be together forever."

Ye Jia breathed a sigh of relief calmly - it was finally over.

He raised his head and looked into the distance.

I saw the sea of ​​blood around it tumbling as if alive, swallowing the half-kneeling young man on the ground suddenly, and dragging him into the bottom of the pool.

The entire cliff was shaken by a powerful force, and the blood pool on the ground suddenly rose, turning into a huge sphere, suspended high in mid-air.

The color of the sky and the earth changed, the sun and the moon turned upside down, as if the whole world was falling apart.

Ye Jia held his breath and looked up to the top of his head.

The blood cells above the head suddenly exploded, revealing a huge chrysalis.

The flow of time seems to lose its meaning.

The surface of the chrysalis turned from pale white to almost transparent, and there seemed to be something slowly wriggling underneath, and then, the chrysalis shell was torn from the inside by some powerful force, revealing the naked youth inside.

The young man slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were as black as thick ink, like an eternal night, and there was a surging and terrifying Yin Qi around him. Even without much experience, he could tell that this was a An absolutely top-notch terrifying ghost is enough to turn the world upside down and mess up the universe.

Ye Jia stood still on the spot, raised his eyes and stared at that strange but familiar face.

For some reason, he knew instinctively——

Yes, this possibility exists.

This is what he will look like when his powers are finally out of control, when the devoured power finally breaks free from its shackles.

A total monster.

The young man in the distance came down from mid-air, the muscles all over his body were clear and smooth, his pale flesh was tight and graceful, like a work of art, but it also exuded a powerful and terrifying pressure, which made people instinctively Feel awed and overwhelmed.

He lowered his eyes, his dark pupils swept across Ji Xuan who was not far away, his pale lips opened and closed, and his voice seemed to come from a distant place: "Thank you..."

The little boy raised his scarlet eyes, fixedly looked at the young man standing not far away, narrowed his eyes slowly, and said in a cold voice, "Who are you?"

"Don't you know who I am?" The young man walked towards him: "Haven't you been waiting for me?"

There was an exceptionally cruel expression on his face, like a bloodthirsty shark smelling the presence of blood in the deep sea, the wings of his nose were slightly dilated, his upper lip was slightly curled, revealing sharp white teeth, and an inhuman, greedy smile It appeared on that handsome face: "Mother's wish is my mission. As long as you and I work together to enslave ghosts, the real world is at your fingertips."

"What about him?" The little boy stared at the young man in front of him, the hand hanging by his side slowly tightened, and the dark tide rolled deep in his scarlet eyes.

The young man blinked, showing a dazed expression: "Oh! You mean, Ye Jia?"

He smiled, that smile is really indescribable, like a child watching an insect's legs being ripped from its body alive, with a kind of innocent and joyful malice, as if taking pleasure in the pain and despair of others: " Believe me, he's gone."

The smile on the young man's lips widened, looking a bit hideous and terrifying: "You killed him yourself, don't you remember?"

The little boy's pupils suddenly constricted.

"It's strange, it's obviously a ghost, but it's more innocent than a human..." He bent down, admiring the expression of the little boy in front of him, his eyes as dark as an abyss narrowed slightly and smiled casually: "Don't accept mother's words easily. Gift, don’t you know this?”

The young man laughed harshly and viciously.

The Yin energy around his body gathered and turned into a dark robe, covering his pale and slender body, he turned and walked out without looking back: "Goodbye, my innocent brother, I'm going to find my mother , join us when you figure it out—there's still a lot to do."

"give me back……"

The little boy said abruptly.

The young man turned around in astonishment: "What?"

Ji Xuan raised his head slowly, his eyes were full of horrific madness and anger, the horrific emotion was so strong that it almost made the hairs stand on end, he silently raised the corners of his lips, showing a ferocious smile, He said word by word: "Give him back to me."

The fight between two s-level ghosts almost tore the entire dungeon to pieces.

The cave disappeared, the sea of ​​blood dried up, the earth was split open by the powerful force, and the spider web-like cracks spread, tearing into a bottomless canyon.

Wronged souls wailed, the world turned pale, and the entire ancient battlefield was in a mess and devastated.

Finally, after three full days and nights, the winner was decided.

Although the strength of the two sides is close, the new Li Gui is still inexperienced after all.

The boy's pale hands reached into the young man's chest, crushed his ribs, and held the young man's heart straight.

The young man panicked: "No, no, I am your brother, Ye Jia, Ye Jia! Don't you recognize me?"

Ji Xuan looked at the other person's face, his eyes were dark, like a dead abyss, with a kind of madness that lost his mind.

He didn't answer anything.

With a "stab", the blood-stained palm tore the heart out from the depths of the opponent's chest, and then crushed it bit by bit in the palm of his hand.

The young man's body fell down and was firmly caught by the opponent.

The huge world was shrouded in darkness, and the scarlet river of blood was rolling and flowing under the ground, slowly diving into the depths.

Ji Xuan hugged the already cold body of the young man in his arms, and sat down calmly.

He lowered his head, didn't speak, didn't breathe, didn't move, as if he had become a lifeless sculpture, merging with the dead things in the whole world.

Ye Jia slowly walked forward from a distance.

The soft soil under his feet made a sticky sound of juice under the pressure, but what he knew was that it was impossible for the other party to hear it.

The young man stood still in front of the little boy, looking down at him with complex and deep expressions.

He couldn't forgive Ji Xuan's betrayal, but...

The little boy in front of him blinked suddenly, and a large cold tear fell, hitting the pale face of the young man who had lost his life.

Ye Jia couldn't help but said: "Hello..."

He reached out subconsciously—but, unexpectedly, this time...he touched the other person's body.

A warm palm pressed against the other's thin and cold shoulders.

Ji Xuan trembled all over.

He raised his head in astonishment, his scarlet eyes reflected the face of the young man in front of him, his voice was hoarse, unbelievable, and cautious, as if he was afraid of breaking the dream in front of him, with a vibrato almost fearful, humble and bewildered: "Brother ?”